In the softness of morning,
While light rain falls,
She woke me with her snoring,
Instead of little bird calls.

I grumble to the kitchen
And stub my toe on a toy,
Not picked up last evening,
Left by a too tired little boy.

Coffee is now beginning,
As it’s perking wakes them all,
The boy rubbing his eyes as waking
A cry is the little girl’s call.

Another,
Their Mother,
Shuffles down the hall;
Lugging the girl on her hip,
An offered mug,
~~~~~ The day starts with a sip.